A slap in the face!
A blatant slap in the face!
The face of Ling Dong, leader of the Lingxu Temple contingent, was black with rage. This was, he felt, the most humiliating day of his life.
And it was all because of that Innate Ninth Realm Junior Cultivator, Jiang Jichen.
'Hateful, abominable, damnable, unforgivable!'
Ling Dong was consumed by uncontrollable rage, driven mad by hatred. He wanted to tear Jiang Jichen limb from limb right then and there to wash away this shame.
He had now become a laughingstock to Su Ming, the second senior disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect, and all the others.
Even if no one said a word today, this incident would inevitably spread back to the Southern Continent.
After all, many powerful forces hostile to Lingxu Temple were present. None of them wished to see their rivals succeed, and they would never pass up an opportunity to humiliate or strike at them.
"Useless trash! A whole pack of useless trash!"
Ling Dong spat viciously.
